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※せっかくなのでいろんな言語の「残業」をGoogle翻訳で調べてみました。原文のあとに続きます。
「イタリア人は細かい時間はあまり気にしない。家に招かれたときはむしろ約束の時間より遅れていくのが普通。唯一必ず守るのは終業時間」
と語られていて笑った。
ところでイタリア語で「残業」はなんというんだろうとGoogle翻訳にかけたところ、
「laboro straordinario」
と出た。laboroは英語で言うlabor（労働）だが、straordinarioはextraordinaryに当たり、「臨時の、特別の」という意味らしい。
イタリア語では、残業は「臨時の労働」なのだ。「残っている仕事」ではなく、「特別に行う仕事」なのだ。
ちなみにstraordinarioには「異常な」という意味もある…
言葉が人の行動に及ぼしている影響は、思っているより大きいんじゃないだろうか。
明日から私も「今日は1時間臨時で特別に労働します」と言ってみたい。
Google翻訳+αで素人が訳しただけなので、ツッコミあればお願いします。
| 言語 | 表現 | 直訳 |
|---|---|---|
| 日本語 | 残業 | 残っている仕事 |
| イタリア語 | laboro straordinario | 臨時の／特別な労働 |
| 英語 | overtime | 超過勤務 |
| ドイツ語 | Überstunden | 超過勤務 |
| フランス語 | heures supplémentaires | 超過勤務 |
| 中国語 | 加班 | 勤務時間を増やす |
| 韓国語 | 야근 | 夜勤 |
韓国語以外はみな時間を表す言葉が入っていて、仕事ではなく時間に重きを置いているのが印象的だ（イタリア語にも、副詞的に用いる「col tempo（時間を超過して）」という残業の表現がある）。
韓国語では一般的に야근（「夜勤」の漢字からの言葉）を夜勤でない日勤の残業の意味で使うらしい。잔업（「残業」の漢字からの言葉）も使うこともあるが、主に生産職などノルマがある仕事での言葉らしい。
なるほど、明確なノルマもないのに「残業」はおかしいのか（納得）。
日本語にも「時間外労働」などの言葉もあるので、不健全さが際立つ「残業」よりも、そちらを使っていこうと思った。一体何の外なんだ未だ労働時間の中だぞとは言いたいが。
2億5000万年後にはすべての陸地が超大陸に衝突し、それによって温暖化が進み、哺乳類が絶滅に追い込まれると、新しいモデルは示唆している。
科学者チームは、哺乳類にはあと2億5千万年しか残されていないかもしれないと予測している。
研究者らは、今後 1 世紀にわたる人為的地球温暖化を予測したモデルと同様の、未来の世界の仮想シミュレーションを構築した。地球上の大陸の移動や大気の化学組成の変動に関するデータを使用して、さらに先の未来を予測した。
チームを率いたブリストル大学の古気候学者アレクサンダー・ファンズワース氏は、「地球は暑くなりすぎて、私たちを含む哺乳類は陸上で生きられなくなるかもしれない」と述べた。研究者らは、太陽の明るさ、大陸の地理の変化、二酸化炭素の増加という3つの要因によって気候が致命的なものになることを発見した。
天文学者は、太陽が着実に明るくなり、約76 億年後には地球を飲み込む可能性があると予想している。
太陽が地球にさらに多くのエネルギーを与えると、地球の大気は加熱され、海洋や大陸からより多くの水が蒸発する。水蒸気は強力な温室効果ガスであるため、さらに多くの熱が閉じ込められる。20億年後には海が沸騰してしまうほど高温になるかもしれない。
ファーンズワース博士は、遠い将来、大陸が地球の周りをどのように移動するかを予測する研究を見つけた。
地球の歴史の過程で、その大陸は衝突して超大陸を形成し、その後一部が分裂してきた。最後の超大陸であるパンゲアは、3 億3,000 万年前から 1億 7,000 万年前まで存在した。この研究は、パンゲア・ウルティマと呼ばれる新しい超大陸が今から2億5千万年後に赤道沿いに形成されると予測した。
ファーンズワース博士は、古代地球のモデルを構築して過去の気候を再構築した。彼は自分のモデルを使って、パンゲア・ウルティマでの生活がどのようなものになるかを確認するのは興味深いだろうと考えた。彼は最終的に訪れた気候に驚いた。
「この世界はとても暖かかった」と彼は言った。
研究者らは、考えられるさまざまな地質学的および大気条件下では、パンゲア・ウルティマは現在の大陸よりもはるかに高温になることを発見した。急激な変化の原因の一つは太陽だ。1 億1,000 万年ごとに、太陽から放出されるエネルギーは 1% 増加する。
しかし、超大陸が事態をさらに悪化させるだろう。まず、陸地は海よりも早く温まる。大陸が 1 つの巨大な陸地に押し込まれると、気温が急上昇する可能性のある広大な内陸部が存在することになる。
パンゲア・ウルティマは、海から遠く離れた広大な平地を含む地形のおかげで気候にも影響を与えるだろう。今日の地球では、雨水と二酸化炭素が山や丘の斜面で鉱物と反応し、海に運ばれて海底に落ちる。その結果、二酸化炭素は大気中から着実に除去される。しかし、地球がパンゲア・アルティマの本拠地になると、そのベルトコンベアは速度を落とすだろう。
もしパンゲア・ウルティマがパンゲアのように行動すれば、二酸化炭素を噴出する火山がちりばめられることになるだろうとモデルは発見した。地球深部の溶けた岩石の乱流の動きのおかげで、火山は何千年にもわたって膨大な量の二酸化炭素を放出する可能性があり、これは気温を急激に上昇させる温室効果ガスの爆発だ。
現在、人類は化石燃料から毎年400 億トン以上の炭素を放出し、地球を温暖化させている。地球温暖化が止まらずに続けば、多くの種の絶滅につながり、人類は地球上の広範囲で高温多湿に耐えられなくなると生物学者は懸念している。
パンゲア・ウルティマについて、ファーンズワース博士と彼の同僚は、おそらく私たちのような哺乳類にとって状況はさらに悪化するだろうと結論付けた。研究者らは、パンゲア・ウルティマのほぼすべてが、哺乳類にとって生存できないほどの高温になる可能性があることを発見した。哺乳類は大量絶滅によって消滅するかもしれない。
ファーンズワース博士は、少数の哺乳類がパンゲア・ウルティマの辺縁にある避難所で生き延びる可能性があることを認めた。「北辺と南辺の一部の地域は生き残れる可能性がある」と彼は言う。
それでも、哺乳類が過去6500万年にわたって享受してきた優位性を失うだろうと彼は確信していた。
哺乳類は、暑さに耐えることができる冷血爬虫類に取って代わられるかもしれない。
こういうのこそChatGPTに聞けば良い。
ってことで聞いてみたぞ。微妙だったわ。
このようなオーバーパワーなキャラクターを倒すのは確かに困難ですが、創作の世界では限界がありません。以下は、このキャラクターを倒すためのいくつかの独創的なアイディアです。
錯覚の世界（The World of Illusion）
概要: 主人公はこのキャラクターに接触することで、その精神に強力な錯覚を送り込む。この錯覚によって、キャラクターは自分がすべての存在を消し去ったと信じ込み、"無敵"バリアと不可視ビームを解除する。
メカニズム: 錯覚は現実と区別できないほど強力で、読心能力では看破できない。錯覚によって、キャラクターは目の前に愛する者や敵、さらには全宇宙が崩壊していると信じ、自分の力を解除する。
記憶の改ざん（Memory Alteration）
概要: このキャラクターの記憶を操作し、彼が「無敵である」という自覚を消す。
メカニズム: 特別なテクノロジーや魔法でキャラクターの記憶に介入。その過程で「無敵である」という自覚や、自分が持つすべての能力についての記憶を消去。
時間の断層（Time Fracture）
概要: キャラクターを時間の断層に送り込む。ここでは因果律が歪んでおり、彼の能力が無効化される。
メカニズム: キャラクターが存在する時間軸を操作し、一瞬のうちにその存在を時間の断層に移動させる。
内面の弱点（Inner Weakness）
概要: キャラクターが持つ微かながらの内面の弱点、例えば過去のトラウマや未練などにつけ込む。
メカニズム: 読心能力を持つキャラクター自身が知らない心の奥底にある弱点を探り出し、それを利用して動揺させる。
虚無の次元（Dimension of Nothingness）
概要: キャラクターを「何も存在しない」次元に送り込む。この次元では、キャラクターがどれだけ強力であっても、何も影響を与えられない。
メカニズム: 特別なアイテムや呪文で、一時的にこの次元と繋がるポータルを作成。キャラクターをその中に引きずり込む。
これらのアイディアは、キャラクターの設定に深く入り込むものであり、その独自の強さと弱点を緻密に解析しています。どれも独創的な解決策を提供する可能性があります。いずれのアイディアも、ストーリーに深みと緊張感をもたらすでしょう。
もうこのやりとりの時点でダメやん？
ダメじゃねえよ。要件を正確に記述できないならコードなんて書けるわけない。
空気読んでいい感じに読み取ってよというのを求めてるなら、仕様書すら書けないダメプログラマーってことだろ。
コンピューターの中では数字で日付は管理されててそれはJavaでは日付のオブジェクトとして表されるんだけど、「今週＝現在の週の水曜日」を表すオブジェクトが欲しい
やったぞ
java.time パッケージの LocalDate クラスや TemporalAdjusters クラスを使用して、「今週の水曜日」の日付オブジェクトを取得できます。
以下のコードは、現在の日付に基づいて今週の水曜日の LocalDate オブジェクトを返す Java の関数です。
import java.time.temporal.TemporalAdjusters;
public static void main(String[] args) {
System.out.println(getThisWeeksWednesday());
}
public static LocalDate getThisWeeksWednesday() {
LocalDate today = LocalDate.now();
return today.with(TemporalAdjusters.nextOrSame(DayOfWeek.WEDNESDAY));
}
}
この関数は現在の日付を取得し、それを TemporalAdjusters.nextOrSame(DayOfWeek.WEDNESDAY) メソッドに渡して、今週の水曜日の日付を取得します。今日が水曜日である場合、それが返されます。それ以外の場合は、次の水曜日の日付が返されます。
今日が週内のどの日であったとしても（木曜日や金曜日であったとしても）その週の水曜日を表すオブジェクトを返す関数を示してください。
それには、今週の最初の日を求め、そこから水曜日までの日数を加算するアプローチを使用します。以下のコードでは、週の最初の日を月曜日と仮定しています：
import java.time.temporal.TemporalAdjusters;
public static void main(String[] args) {
System.out.println(getThisWeeksWednesday());
}
public static LocalDate getThisWeeksWednesday() {
LocalDate today = LocalDate.now();
LocalDate monday = today.with(TemporalAdjusters.previousOrSame(DayOfWeek.MONDAY));
return monday.plusDays(2);
}
}
このコードは、まず今日の日付を取得し、それから TemporalAdjusters.previousOrSame(DayOfWeek.MONDAY) メソッドを使用して今週の月曜日の日付を取得します。そして、月曜日から2日後の日付（水曜日）を取得するために plusDays(2) メソッドを使用します。
One More Time,One More Chanceは「月とキャベツ」が名作なので「秒速5センチメートル」の曲って言われると複雑な気持ちになる。
例えば、One More Time,One More Chance（山崎まさよし主演映画）→秒速5センチメートル
secret base（キッズ・ウォー）→あの日見た花の名前を僕達はまだ知らない
例えば、One More Time,One More Chance（山崎まさよし主演映画）→秒速5センチメートル
secret base（キッズ・ウォー）→あの日見た花の名前を僕達はまだ知らない
などは有名すぎるほど有名だけど、他にもあると思うので有名無名問わず知ってる人は教えて下さい
【追記】
正直、投稿時は何億回もこんなお題出てるやろし良くて20くらいかな・・・て思い投稿したので、ブックマーク300超えでありがたいやら半信半疑やらで不思議な気分ですｗ
すでに一部のとこにコメントしましたが、主の出しゃばり感がウザいのでｗ 一旦辞めて投稿がある程度落ち着いたらこちらにまとめて追記しようと思います。
投稿した方もブックマークの方も、拡散してくれたみなさん・・・まとめてになりますが本当にありがとうございます！
なおまだまだ募集しておりますのでこれは違うかな？ていう思いつきでも軽率にコメント頂けると全俺が泣いて喜びますのでよろしくお願いします。
でもCool、Down、Timeの中で最も残すべき意味の単語ってTimeじゃない？
じゃあTimeを残して省略するとして
「Cool down time(冷却時間)」から転じてゲームなどでスキルが再使用可能になるまでの時間を指すんだが
英語圏で「Cool down time」を略す場合は絶対「time」を消して「Cool down」である
意味の上でも「Cool down」+「time」なわけだし、Cool down:5secとか書くと時間であることは明白なので
ところが日本人は重要な意味を持つ単語を消して「クールタイム」なる珍妙な語を生み出した
元の英語に正解が先に存在するのにわざわざ謎の独自性を発揮して意味不明な略語を使う意味がわからない
なんでそんなことするの？頭おかしいの？
There's a calm before the storm
I know, it's been comin' for some time
I know, shinin' down like water
誰かが昔教えてくれた
嵐の前には風が止むって
そう、しばらく前からそんなだった
それから嵐が過ぎると
晴れた日に雨が降るらしい
そう、光が水が降り注ぐように
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
晴れた日に降る雨を
Yesterday, and days before
I know, been that way for all my time
Through the circle, fast and slow
I know, it can't stop, I wonder
昨日もその前の日も
日射しは冷たくて雨はひどい
そう、俺の人生はずっとそんな風だ
慌てたりもたついたり
ぐるぐるとそれが続く限り
そう、でも止められやしない、たぶん
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
晴れた日に降る雨を
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
晴れた日に降る雨を
1996/08 ［あやしいわーるど開始］
1997/08 ［あめぞう開始］
1999/05 2ch開始
2000/03 ［したらば開始］
2000/08 オカ板の洒落怖【追加】
2002/05 47氏、ダウンロード板でwinny公開【追加】
2002/07 湘南ゴミ拾いオフ開催（背景に日韓ワールドカップ）【追加】
2004/01 オカ板のきさらぎ駅
2008/06 秋葉原通り魔事件
2013/08 ●個人情報流出事件（＋自作自演の発覚、削除人騒動）【追加】
2014/02 2ch分裂騒動（ジム・ワトキンス対ひろゆき）
2014/04 ひろゆきがミラーサイト（？）の2ch.sc開始
2017/10 ワトキンス側が商標問題から2chを5chに改名
2021/08 なんJ一時封鎖・なんG開設
2022/04 専ブラBB2C使えなくなる
本当に信じてほしいならWordreferenceかStackexchange辺りで以下の点について複数のネイティブに尋ねてこいよ
some people take being proficient in one language not being in anotherは文法的に正しくわかりやすく正式な英語かどうか
It's 1,000 years early for a young man like you to f*ck against me.のようにfuck againstをmess withの意味で使うのは一般的かどうか(普通はfuck withを使う)
あと仮にネイティブだったとしてもそれだけで信用に足るわけじゃない
菅総理の件でネイティブを信用できたのは、1人や2人のネイティブではなく全員が同じことを言っていたから
君の意見は大多数のネイティブや辞書の記述に真っ向から反対するものだから、ネイティブだったとしても参考にならない
数学や科学では大多数が間違っていて1人だけが正しいという状況がありうるが、言語は良くも悪くも多数派が絶対正義なわけ
でなければlong time no seeなんていう文法的に間違った表現は使われるはずがない
Wikipediaにもgoing toは比較的インフォーマルだと書いてある
The going-to future is relatively informal; in more formal contexts it may be replaced by the will/shall future, or by expressions such as plan(s) to, expect(s) to, is/are expected to, etc.
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
I must talk about various things regarding the Barbie incident.
I saw a post about it from someone who is neither directly involved nor from Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and it made me realize that there are things I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and grew up listening to stories from the survivors, being a third-generation survivor myself. Most survivors are no longer with us, so I feel compelled to speak up.
In Nagasaki, kids grow up hearing about the atomic bomb. We were packed like sushi in a gymnasium without air conditioning or even fans during the scorching summer, and we listened to stories about the bomb. It was incredibly tough for me.
I imagine it was even harder for the elderly who spoke about their experiences. As a child, I couldn't fully comprehend their pain, and now, I can hardly remember most of the stories I heard. I can only recall one or two.
Every year during this time, gruesome images that would make PTA elsewhere go crazy were displayed in the hallways. I heard that many of the horrifying exhibits that used to traumatize visitors at the Atomic Bomb Museum have been removed, and the museum has been considerably sanitized. I'm not sure about the current situation, but that's how it was when I was there.
There was one photograph that I could never bear to look at as a child – a picture of Tadashi Taniguchi. You can find it if you search, but it's a shocking image with a viewer discretion warning. Still, I want people to see it.
I couldn't walk down the hallway where that photo was displayed, and I always took a different route, avoiding it so I wouldn't have to see it.
Now, I think of my grandpa who went to the ruins to search for my sister. He couldn't look away or take a different path. The pain must have been unimaginable.
Besides photographs, there were many living people moaning in pain back then, and there must have been even more who succumbed to suffering.
My grandpa walked for miles, pulling a handcart through the debris-laden streets of Nagasaki, searching for my sister.
Even though my grandpa was not a child, I'm sure there were elementary school kids who did similar things. I don't just think they might have been there; they were there. I heard the stories from the people themselves, and I still remember them.
I can't forget the stories I heard as a child, such as the young siblings finding their father's burnt corpse in the ruins and cremating him. They didn't have enough firewood, and their father ended up half-burnt. They ran away after seeing the brain tissue oozing out, and that became their final farewell.
I can never forget those stories I heard as a child, and even now, they still bring pain and suffering, making my hands tremble and tears flow.
I wonder how my grandpa, who ran away from that father's brain tissue, could expose his unimaginable trauma and everlasting scars to the world.
Now, I feel like I understand a little.
Even someone like me, who experienced such unimaginable trauma, has gone through pain that I can't even imagine being compared to being discarded, forgotten, and ignored. Compared to what those people experienced, my suffering means nothing.
My trembling hands and the palpitations and dizziness I experienced are nothing compared to the tremendous pain that many others went through.
Memories fade irreversibly every time they pass through people's lips. The memories that I couldn't bear to be forgotten are almost forgotten now.
The unimaginable pain that existed 78 years ago has mostly disappeared, and we can no longer pass it on.
The people who suffered the most from the atomic bomb perished in the ruins, rotting away without being able to convey it to anyone.
Even those who saw it with their own eyes mostly took the memories with them to their graves. Most of them are now under the tombstones.
Compared to the words of the elderly, my words seem so light. I think that speaking with such light words would be better than keeping silent, as silence has led to this result.
I feel like I might occasionally choose to stop imagining the unimaginable pain and consume the suffering of others in an amusing way to live on.
Before I forget the pain and suffering of those elderly people, whose faces and voices I can no longer recall, I will leave this here.
